Between moonlight and snow. Xiao Xuan's thin figure looked at the waiter Qingqing, who felt a little pity for others and self-pity.

She thought of Jin Wenlang, and shook her head for a moment, and then remembered his face that smiled happily at Ning Yi, and her heart seemed to be pricked by a small needle. Sometimes she is really envious of Ning Yi, envy her good looks, envy her ability and courage, envy her strengths, envy her always have someone to protect her.

She was like a sleepy little beast, a little annoyed and confused and helpless.

Another snow fell piecemeal, and Shi Qingqing came back to her senses and hurriedly said to Ning Yi: "Let's go, it's snowing again."

Ning Yi said obediently: "Okay Qingqing."

This person is so well-behaved that it seems that she is not the one who has just molested the woman and man of a good family in public.

Chaotic, cold, bleak night. The four of them finally returned to the dormitory in front of the curfew in a variety of different ways.

Christmas Eve. Some people are happy and some are sad, some people's hearts are like water, some people's hearts are like dead wood, some people are full of spring, and some people are cold in winter.

If a piece of peace can really keep people safe and long, then there are not so many bad things in the world?

How is it possible, in the face of winter, the spring breeze has to wait for the next year. In the ice and snow world, you can only cultivate a cold heart and ruthless bitterness.

Drunk people can temporarily forget their troubles and happily live in the Garden of Eden, which is shielded from the outside world in their hearts, but when they wake up, they are still dreaming of empty dreams.

Ning's head was about to explode.

She woke up in the middle of the night, with stomach twitching and top-heavy. The other three people in the dormitory were sleeping soundly, not knowing who was snoring and who was grinding their teeth, and there were all kinds of sounds anyway.

She patted her heavy head and tiptoed to the bathroom. The mind gradually returned to its place, but the stomach burned uncomfortably from the inside out. The last time she was drunk was when she slept until dawn, and it wasn't so uncomfortable. At this moment, I woke up in the middle of the night, and all the drunken torture struck, and it was miserable.

She sat on the bed and thought about life. Holding a cup of hot water in his hand, he also relieved himself of dizziness after drinking. Her eyes swept aimlessly over the bedside, and suddenly she saw that something seemed to be lighting up in the schoolbag, she was interested, put down the cup, pulled out half of her body, and pulled the schoolbag over.

As soon as the zipper is opened, the five-color brilliance is fully revealed.

Ning Yi was very surprised, but when everyone slept, she couldn't be too presumptuous to take it out and watch, so she could only stretch her head into her schoolbag and try to cover the light as much as possible, like a thief with a black bag and a thousand-year-old turtle.

Ning Yi barely saw that it was a box made of crystal or glass, and there was a butterfly fixed in it, I don't know if it was a butterfly or a flash butterfly. The colorful flow is strong and weak, and she judged that it might be solar power, and now it is almost out of power.

Where did this come from? She pulled her head out, took a deep breath, and thought carefully about what had happened before returning to the dormitory, but she would break as soon as she was drunk, last time, and this time. She wanted to explode into a flowering firecracker field, but she still had no clue.

She really couldn't think of it, she could only sigh, secretly hating herself for eating and drinking blindly. But the butterfly and the box were so beautiful, she couldn't help but stick her head in and study it for a while, thinking that if she asked Shi Qingqing tomorrow, she would probably know who gave it.

Her head was still dizzy, she didn't even know if she was drunk or awake now, and she didn't even remember when she woke up tomorrow morning and saw a beautiful glowing box in the middle of the night.

I want to cry but I have no tears, who will the heavens spare?

Ning Yi pulled his schoolbag and got back into the quilt.

I don't know which dormitory next door is still playing the Christmas song with a small bell, and the melody brainwashes into Ning Yi's ears like a brainwashing maniac, gnawing at her chaotic cranial nerves, and successfully singing her half-asleep dream in the second half of the night.